Inty blushes, oddly enough. Which means that her cheeks go from cream-teal-violet to teal-violet-gold with a faint undertone of red. At no point, it may be noted, do they pass through white along the way.



Slightly self-conscious giggle.

"I sometimes forget which language I'm speaking," she explains, ducking her head in a further effort to hide the blush already mostly obscured by her natural coloration (it's moved on to violet-gold-green now). "It's a part of being, well, Intuition. What languages I speak depends on who I'm talking to. I'm glad you're not perturbed by it."